Preparing to tell my job about my pregnancy has it been hard. Actually, breaking the news in general has been difficult.
Questions on whether I should make it dramatic…”I have something to tell you…” or just slyly mutter it under my breath to let it sink in, I’ve been debating on how I spill the news to each person. But each experience is completely different and filled with different reactions, and I love that about sharing. 🙂
Yesterday I had to tell my job. I work at a high school, I’m actually the youngest person who works at my district.
My district is quite possibly, the richest in California. The teachers are all graduates of Stanford, Cal, or one of the other UC’s. They only take student teachers from the Stanford program. It’s “that school” where the kids come to school in Escalades and the teachers are humbled by the fact that ANY kid has the potential to sue…if things don’t go right.
Despite all these bells and whistles, the district is completely SERIOUS about the quality of education and how it runs itself. The principals really care and I have yet to be in a class where I am not satisfied with the teacher.
In a way, I feel that having this baby was…okay. I had been working in a restaurant for 4 years to support my traveling habit, and had I not quit a year ago to work at this district, I would definitely not have the health benefits that mine provides. Or the security of a job, or a regular pay check…even when I’m on maternity leave. It’s funny how that works. Things could definitely be much, much worse! And maybe, in some way this was meant to happen.
My boss…is a bit, how do I say this, scatter brained. With good reason! She is the head of the department and half the time has papers coming out her ears. Yesterday was funny, she mumbled, “I’m getting stressed out because I’m starting to spread…” Upon a closer look she literally had “stations” around her classroom of different things she was working on. I definitely know how that feels.
I picked the perfect time, right before I was off.
“Susan, can I speak with you? In private?”
Her eyes darted my way. I had been cutting paper and working on classroom stuff this whole time, I hadn’t said a word for over an hour.
It was a look of worry. “We can talk now?” She lifted herself off of her seat at her desk and manuevered through the student desks to where I was.
“It’s serious.” I said, as she sat down.
Her body suddenly locked up, I had her attention.
“Susan, I just wanted to let you know….I’m pregnant.”
I didn’t know that her eyes could get any bigger, but they widened with surprise.
“We need to talk.” she said firmly.